Shadewood Just did a bad thing

Just as crisp as it was for her voice to reach his auds, her position, her allowance was a turntable that he was whirling on. She faded his dying mind with such simplicity as she confirmed that yes, she was in fact learning, listening, paying mind to him where she was needed. She made him fade, freely diving into his crevices with lusty trysts. The hush of everything was all he could grasp mentally as he physically broke the seam of distance between them, forelimbs warming in a devious blend of black on black. Her muscled hips were pulled closer as he wrapped one of his own underneath her, wanting her in his embrace with as little time wasted as possible. This was no simple task, yet they were simple creatures. They both felt the spindle line lift, a veil they needed not as their natured revealed to the other. Cry could only do so much to stop himself from tearing into her, from reeling a horrendous pair of jaws around the back of her neck as he hoisted her up, closer to him, fitting him in the wedge of space where she fit so wrongly, but in turn clicked in place. 

Gwen had the key of his mind and heart in the dainty chain around her neck-

Yet Minori asked for only leadership, where he asked for only loyalty. 

She dragged him in a pirhouette as he pulled her in a whirl. They were built for this abuse, and he would give it to her as much as she had yanked it from him. The dizzy dance of fallen hearts where only they knew the other by heart-
because there was none.

There was nothing more said as he pushed himself against her, all too expertised at the erection and insertion of himself into a woman with as many times as he had tangled with his wife. It was a blur what disasterology unfurled between these two obscene obsidians, but just as he had in their spar, he was swift, efficient, and very capable of making this despicable affair seeming to last lifetimes longer with every thrust he pushed heatedly on his General. 

He had held back with Gwen...
But nothing was bonded back with Minori. 

Today, roughmance was the theme.